Sonnet Viii Poem by E C Esquire

Emaricdulf
thou grace to euery grace,
Thou perfect life of my vnperfect liuing:
My thoughts sole heaue, my harts sweet resting place,
Cause of my woe and comfort of my grieuing.
O giue me leaue and I will tell thee how
The haples place and the vnhappie time,
Wherein and when my selfe I did auow
To honour thee, and giue my heart to thine.
Wearie with labour, labour that did like me,
I gaue my bodie to a sweet repose:
A golden slumber suddenly did strike me,
That in deaths cabbin euery sense did close:
And either in a heauenly trance or vision,
I then beheld this pleasing apparition.